Page 47 of Face Me Off

I wrap my hand around his base. “We were fifteen.”

“Fifteen-year-old boys are horny.” He sucks in the last word as I run my tongue along the length of his shaft. I force myself not to smile, but it’s hard not to. My actions please him, and I like knowing I make him happy.

He moans when I fully encase his tip and take as much length as possible.

“You’re such a natural at this.”

He lets me explore his cock, but it isn’t long before his animal instinct takes over. His hands weave into my hair and pressagainst the back of my head. He pulls back and thrusts forward, fucking my mouth nice and slow.

“You’re such a good girl, taking this so well.”

Pleasure courses through my body from his praise. I push myself to take more, even as he teases the edge of my gag reflex. It’s confusing why I enjoy this so much, but it’s a high like no other.

Suddenly, with one forceful movement, he thrusts forward and makes me choke. Pulling back, he runs his fingers tenderly along my jaw. My gaze rises to meet his, and the look in his eyes causes me to take a satisfied breath.

“Stand,” he croaks out, tugging my hair—not hard, but with enough tension to get my attention.

The moment my legs straighten, he spins me around and bends me over, placing my hands against the wall. He spreads my legs apart with his knee while lifting my skirt over my hips and…

Rip.

There go my panties.

Guess I’ll be investing in some new pairs if he keeps this up.

With my ass exposed, he playfully swats it. “You’re so fucking sexy bent over for me.” He soothes a hand over the area and stands behind me. “So fucking hot.”

His bulge presses against my backside and leaves me panting for more. But when he sweeps a finger across my clit and slides two fingers inside, I cry out.

“Patience. I have to get you ready to take me.”

He delivers on his promise, bringing me to the brink, and then stops. I protest at the removal of his fingers.

“Mmm.” He places his mouth on my back and sucks lightly as he runs the tip of his dick along my slit and toys with the entrance. “Is this what you want?”

“Ryan.” I wiggle my ass against his willing cock, wanting him to hurry. I’m so drenched. So needy. And it’s all for him.

“Ryan, what?” He pushes the tip of his cock in just enough to elicit a moan from deep in my gut before withdrawing once again.

I lose all sense, greedy with need. “Please, Ryan. I need you.”

“Yes,” he moans and rewards me by plunging inside. And God, this feels good. Full. So fucking full. I’m ruined for any other dicks. How have I lived without this my entire life? Oh, I wasn’t living. Just existing.

He grabs my hips and sets the rhythm. He starts slow and builds to a faster tempo.

“God, Maddy. You’re so fucking hot bent over for me.” He slides his large hand up and palms my breast. “These perfect-sized breasts.” He pinches my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt and bra. “So hot.”

His hands. His words. They all feel so good. It doesn’t matter that we have to hide our relationship. Or that our families are feuding. It’s all irrelevant compared to this moment.

The way he takes control. The way he moves inside me. The way he makes me feel. It’s so incredibly hot.

But it’s when he shifts his fingers lower and presses against my clit along with a deep thrust that the world as I know it ceases to exist. Mind-blowing, all-consuming sensations zing through me as my pussy clenches around his cock.

“Oh, Ryan.”

“That’s it. Come on my dick.”

My legs shake. I close my eyes and ride out this wave of pleasure, barely able to stay upright. As if sensing my need, Ryan props my hips as I press my hands harder against the wall.

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